I heard the high pitched keening
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A sound of pain and fear
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Someone unseen crying out
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A mourning call of loss
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I heard the cries past all hope
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Which sound through the night
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Screams beyond your belief
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Chilled my blood to ice
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Refrain:
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Thirty years of fear and pain
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Driven away from my own nation
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Finally the odds have changed
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Time has come for condemnation
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Wait for me, I will return
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So very soon you will burn
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Now, where your end is near
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How does it feel to live in fear?
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I saw them badly injured
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All laid out on stretchers
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A lot of bloody bandages
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Wrapped around their bodies
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I saw the refugees
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Without hope or without relief
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They were chased and hunted
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Looking lost and shell-shocked
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Refugees
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| Funker Vogt |
